The pic above is a few little pieces of my father's collections. If you look real close you can see a little rabbit in that bunny hutch!
I’m doing this post in memory of my father. The picture above is my parents on the day they were married. He was born in 1921 in Philadelphia, Pa. He and my mother got married in 1941. He was in the Air Force for 20 years, when retired we moved to the state of NJ and there he worked for Ransom Airlines and US Air. He was an instructor and director of aircraft maintenance. He and my mother were married for 43 years when she passed away.
My father was a such a loving, gentle, caring, hard working soul, and oh how he loved my mother. There was never any doubt in our home about their love. I can still here him saying to her, “I Love You Babe” he called her “His Buddy”. On her tombstone, he had engraved “my buddy“. He passed away in 1988 and oh how much I miss him.
I grew up in such a loving home, always felt so secure. It was a comfort to know that you had such a loving place to come home to!
At Christmas my father would not let my sister and I see a bit of Christmas until we woke up on Christmas morning. He and my Mom would stay up all night and decorate the house, put up the tree and he always put up a train platform. Not a little one either, it had mountains, tunnels, bridges, running water, town, city, lakes, ponds and county farm houses. The Christmas tree always had tinsel put on strand by strand and angel hair. My sister and I would wake up to a Christmas wonderland. Those memories I will always treasure. I’d like to share some pics of my father, feel free to click on them to get a close up!
This is a pic of my parents just after WWII ended, he got stationed in Florida, it was a paradise for them.
This pic is when they were dating.
After retiring from the Air Force he worked for Ransome Airlines. This is a pic from one of their meetings.
He was doing some teaching for US Air, he was teaching this class in Canada.
This was taken in the 70's at my house, it was their anniversary but I'm not sure which one it was. That was my first attempt at cake decorating, not to good. LOL
This one was take at my wedding in 1971.
Going Home
God saw him getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around him
And whispered, “come with
me.”
With tearful eyes we watched
him suffer.
and saw him fade away,
Although we loved him dearly
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating…
Hard working hands to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove
to us
He only takes the best.
He was doing some teaching for US Air, he was teaching this class in Canada.
This was taken in the 70's at my house, it was their anniversary but I'm not sure which one it was. That was my first attempt at cake decorating, not to good. LOL
This one was take at my wedding in 1971.
Going Home
God saw him getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around him
And whispered, “come with
me.”
With tearful eyes we watched
him suffer.
and saw him fade away,
Although we loved him dearly
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating…
Hard working hands to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove
to us
He only takes the best.
Thank you so much for stopping by. It was so nice to have you visit!
Blessings, Shirl
